Author's note: Hi! If you haven't read the description then you won't know what this is about. I decided to write poems about the characters in Skyrim. I'm not sure how many so I will tell you when they are done. For now I'm focusing on some of the more evil characters. WARNING! Some of these poems will contain spoilers about characters and questlines. This one is about Cicero. For those of you who don't know, Cicero is a mad Imperial assassin who dresses like a jester. You may have helped or hindered him with his carriage problem or met him during the Dark Brotherhood questline. Anyways, I'll stop babbling and get on with it.

Cicero

My final contract faces me,
A jester, a fool, full of glee.
A hand strays out from inside my coat,
With my dagger I slit his throat.

I will be Keeper to the Night Mother,
I'll find a Listener in my sisters and brothers.
I don the clothes of the jester,
And over time, madness festers.

I travel through Skyrim, praying for luck,
The accursed wagon has got me stuck!
I plead for help, the farmer denies,
When I fix the wagon, I will hear his cries.

Just when I think my luck has gone,
A half-wit traveller comes along.
He convinces the farmer to repair my wheel,
I gallop away, full of zeal.

The Mother's new Sanctuary has a small hitch,
It's run by Astrid, an incompetent bitch.
She absconded the Tenets, our five holy rules,
They will all pay for being such fools.

A gift has been sent from our dear Night Mother,
A new, young Listener, in the form of my brother!
But Astrid ignores Sithis' wife
She thinks she keeps order but only makes strife.

The Listener returns (Astrid finally gave in),
He has wonderful news for me and my kin.
A contract begins, bound in ancient ways,
For the Emperor's life, just like the old days!

As the days go on and the contracts begin,
I find myself angered by my new killing kin.
They take orders from Astrid, not the Night Mother,
Very soon, they will follow another.

When the Listener departed I finally snapped,
Astrid the hag was the one I attacked.
But the lizard, Veezara, intercepted the fight,
I fled to Dawnstar in the night.

I reach the old Sanctuary and what do I find?
Astrid's wolf husband trailing behind!
He slashes my chest, I slash his hip,
He will pay for this vengeance trip.

The Listener arrives, I summon the ghosts,
He is the unwanted guest, I am the host.
He defeats the spirits and even a troll,
Then the werewolf's attack starts to take it's toll.

The Listener faces me, I beg for my life,
To leave me here and end all the strife.
He readies his bow, I jump up and cry,
"You idiot! The Fool of Hearts will never die!"

But I am proved wrong, the Listener knows best,
His arrow protruding from my chest.
So here dies the Keeper, slain by his brother,
My final words, "Coming...Mother..."

Author's Note: And that is Cicero's story. The part about the jester is all true, I researched him and that is what I found out. I hope you liked it! I'm thinking of doing Mercer Frey next. Thanks for reading this and please tell me your opinions!